The Pleasure Zone(86)
Samson smirked, pressing a hidden button for the cabin’s monitoring system. He might not have been able to see what was going on, but he’d damn sure hear everything being said.
Once they arrived at the Rifle & Pistol Range, Samson opened the door and held his hand out for Nairobia, helping her out. “Thank you, my love.”
He gritted his teeth as Coal slid out of the car. He flicked a dollar bill at him. “Bitch-ass,” he mumbled low enough for him to hear.
Samson slammed the door, his jaw twitching.
Coal trotted up the stairs behind Nairobia, his eyes locked on her ass.
• • •
“Okay, baby, let’s see what you got,” Coal said smugly.
Safety goggles on, Nairobia tossed her hair over her shoulder. “No, my love, you first.” She stepped back to a safe distance.
Coal smirked. “Aiight, then,” he said, putting on his earmuffs. He aimed his Glock and fired six bullets into the Silhouette target. Three in the head, two in the heart, and one in each kneecap.
Coal stepped back, pulled off the earmuffs, then turned and faced Nairobia. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m warming up. Now let’s see what you got.”
Nairobia smiled, slipping her earmuffs over her ears. She stepped into the booth, and tossed her hair.
Coal licked his lips. Hands down, she looked smoking hot in her form-fitting dress and those sexy-ass heels with a gun in her hand.
He felt his dick harden.
Feeling his gaze on her ass, Nairobia raised her weapon and shot six bullets into a fresh target. All six in the center of its groin, causing Coal to wince and think twice if he’d planned on trying any funny business. She stepped back, then faced him, removing her earmuffs. “No worry, my love. I’m still warming up,” she mocked, smirking.
He laughed. “Oh, so it’s like that, huh? Oh, aiight, aiight. I got you, baby. Let’s go. It’s on now.” He stepped back in place, raised his gun and fired off, this time emptying his magazine into his target, each bullet—one after the other, bull’s-eye.
Nairobia walked up and kissed him on the cheek. “Impressive, my darling.”
Satisfied, he smirked. “Now let’s see your work, baby.”
Earmuffs back on, she raised her 9mm and shot another six rounds into another fresh target—all six bullets in the head, between the eyes. She pulled her earmuffs off, then removed her glasses.
Coal whistled. “Damn, you good, baby. Where’d you learn to shoot like that?”
She smiled. “A lady never kisses and tells, my darling.”
His eyes went liquid as he stared at the beautiful set of lips of hers. He licked his own, stepping forward and pulling her into his hard body. “You ain’t gotta tell me nothing, baby, but this: Do you kiss?”
She looked up at him. She didn’t say no, so he lowered his head and leaned in for a kiss. She moved her head, and he ended up kissing the corner of her mouth instead. Damn, twice already he’d tried to get those lips and she’d denied him.
He groaned in disappointment. He could almost taste her. Fuck, he wanted to taste her sweet lips. Wanted to know what that hot, wet tongue felt like against his. Wanted to feel—
“You have not earned my kisses.”
• • •
Nairobia and Coal returned two hours later, with the two of them standing outside her building, with cars and people streaming by. “Yo, I dug chillin’ with you. Wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind, but it was kinda fly.”
“I enjoyed myself as well,” she said, meaning it. She didn’t bother asking what he’d actually expected. She was only interested in what she was willing to give.
Her gaze trailed over his body—hotly. She was tempted to invite him in for an afternoon romp, but thought better of it. Instead, she pulled him into her and whispered against his cheek, “You take care, my darling.” She kissed him there and hugged him, feeling his body heat matching her own.
He grabbed her by the waist to keep her from stepping back.
“It’s still early, baby. I’d hoped to have you to myself the whole day. No driver. Just you and me.”
She shook her head. “Not today, my love.” She stepped out of his embrace, and he shoved his hands down in his pants, trying to conceal the thick bulge in his pants.
He sighed. “Damn, so you really gonna send me on my way?”
“Yes.”
He shook his head, pressing the key fob to disarm his truck. “You sure?” He grinned, opening his door. “Going once, going twice…going once again…going twice again…”
Oh how tempted she was. Her body burned to know what his naked body felt like over hers. But her curiosity wasn’t strong enough to change the fact that she knew he’d come to her expecting for her to slide down on his cock, expecting to be pleasured by her, expecting her to be the good little whore. No, no. Nairobia whored on her own terms. She gave her sex to no one who expected it. Besides, he didn’t lick kut. Oh no. He could do nothing for her. She dare not ever give her good pussy to a selfish lover.